No words today, and no more to be written... just yet.
Basically, I got up this morning and reviewed what I've written so far and thought it was literary equivalent of a really bad homemade curry. All the ingredients are there, but it tastes bloody awful. I'm not bothered about the writing itself because that can be polished, it's the story content and the path it's taking.
But worse than that, it started wandering into cliche territory, and think this is entirely down to not being able to brainstorm paths and reject the obvious ideas - which is how I usually work. So instead, I've written down the first thing that's come into my head. I've ended up with a poor mix of the Blair Witch and the Midwich Cuckoos glued together with a personal rant about something that's got nothing to do with the story.
And on top of that, I wrote myself into a corner.
What was a surprise was that I was fine with writing the dark stuff, but I've been totally distracted by the the romcom that I shelved to do this. That's just over 8,000 words written over Christmas. For that, I do have a plan, but it's a bit thin. It's also a lot more adult than my other romcom stuff.
So, I'm going to workshop both ideas and see which is worth saving.
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